Maru played with a stick of the inside.
Therefore I corked it.
He is desperate to take out a stick of the inside again.

Mrs. Hateball and I have been following the antics of Maru, the adorable internet cat for a couple months now. the last time I posted cute cat shit to this blog (would link but cannot find! Doh!), I got completely and totally flamed, but, well, that was about a year ago, so I figured I’d try again. The true irony is that I am absolutely NOT a cat person, but for some reason, when someone documents the lives of their pet(s) on the internet for (what at least seems to be) their own happiness and no other reason (even though I think this person put out a book or something?) it just sort of makes me smile.

To boot, I am in the land of Maru at the moment: chilly Tokyo. I was going to take the week off of all things internet, but, sadly, I am sitting in my crackerbox (pun intended) of a hotel room waiting for my bank to call be back…my cards have been frozen because I have obviously stolen them and am attempting to run up fraudulent charges at Snoopy Town and Secret Base. Duh.

Still: sitting here, watching Sumo wrestling and drinking Asahi is pretty relaxing. I have to admit it. Even though I’m staring into this goddamned device, I can’t help but smile: after this is more Infoquake (started it on the plane), and then I’ll wake my lovely bride up and we’ll either go get noodles at Hanamaru (the cheapest date I’ll ever have) or try to venture into some fine dining. Either way, we’ll follow it with single-serving Hagen Dasz from AM/PM and come back to the room with a few tallboys. Here we are, big and ridiculous in Japan. Again.

I’ll hopefully have some awesome photos to post next week. I’ve already spotted the most offensively amazing (and hot) poster I’ve ever seen in my life, and it’s just my first day. Gozaimas.

- Hateball